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Mark 10:46-52
They came to Jericho. And as he was leaving Jericho with his disciples and a sizable crowd, Bartimaeus, a blind man, the son of Timaeus, sat by the roadside begging. On hearing that it was Jesus of Nazareth, he began to cry out and say, “Jesus, son of David, have pity on me.” And many rebuked him, telling him to be silent. But he kept calling out all the more, “Son of David, have pity on me.” Jesus stopped and said, “Call him.” So they called the blind man, saying to him, “Take courage; get up, he is calling you.” He threw aside his cloak, sprang up, and came to Jesus. Jesus said to him in reply, “What do you want me to do for you?” The blind man replied to him, “Master, I want to see.” Jesus told him, “Go your way; your faith has saved you. Immediately he received his sight and followed him on the way.
Grace Prayed For: How Does God Call Me?
The Jericho sun beats down, a relentless drum against your eyelids. Dust devils dance in the distance, swirling like phantoms. You sit, hunched on the rough roadside, the familiar scratch of the ground beneath you a constant. The world is a symphony of shouts – the jostling crowd, the drone of conversation, the clatter of hooves. But for you, it’s a muted symphony, a world painted in shades of grey.
A tremor runs through the crowd. A name, a whisper – “Jesus.” A spark ignites in your chest, a flicker of hope in the darkness. You raise your voice, a hoarse cry that cuts through the noise, “Jesus, Son of David, have pity on me!” Shushes and shoves meet your plea. But you dig your heels in, your voice cracking with desperation, “Son of David, have pity on me!”
Suddenly, the symphony stills. A hush falls, so profound you can almost hear your own heartbeat. Then, a voice, a warm current through the cool air, “Call him.” Rough hands grab your arms, their urgency a beacon in the dark. “Get up! He is calling you!”
A surge of adrenaline courses through you. You don’t hesitate. The cloak that weighs you down falls away in a flurry of dust. Your legs, unused to such a command, tremble as you rise. But a strength you didn’t know you possessed takes hold, and you stumble towards the voice.
“What do you want me to do for you?” The voice is gentle, yet powerful. You clench your fists, willing the words to form. “Master, I want to see.”
Silence. Then, a warmth blossoms in your chest, spreading outwards. “Go your way; your faith has saved you.” The world explodes. A kaleidoscope of colors, blinding at first, then settling into a breathtaking tapestry. Tears well in your newly opened eyes, blurring the vibrant scene before you. You see the faces in the crowd, etched with awe. You see Jesus, his kind eyes holding a universe of compassion.
The world you once knew in shades of grey is reborn, a vibrant symphony for your eyes as well as your ears. And as you follow Jesus down the dusty road, a new rhythm takes hold – the rhythm of hope, the rhythm of sight, the rhythm of a life transformed.
Sharing
Jesus last words on Earth were to his disciples, can be found in Matthew Chap 28 when Jesus told his disciples, “Then Jesus approached and said to them, “All power in heaven and on earth has been given to me. Go, therefore, and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all that I have commanded you. And behold, I am with you always, until the end of the age.”
Jesus calls all of us to share in his redemptive mission here on Earth. I would ask you to share this Scripture reflection with your family, your friends and your acquaintances, and then share it with a couple of individuals that you may may not be comfortable sharing with, keeping in mind always the words of Jesus, And behold, I am with you always, until the end of the age
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